Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 587 - 483 Divine Thought Confrontation + - 484 Transparent Fantian_2

Chapter 587: Chapter 483 Divine Thought Confrontation + Chapter 484 Transparent Fantian_2

"Brainwash me?"

"Then taste my fist as big as a sand bowl."

Zhou Ping’an snorted coldly, wasting no more words, his figure flashed, reaching in front of the grand hall, and threw a punch.

With one punch, turbulent waves surged, the tiled floor tore layer by layer, and the towering halls behind him crumbled simultaneously.

Boom...

This punch landed on the palm raised by the monk, as if striking into the boundless emptiness, finding no solid resistance.

Zhou Ping’an even began to doubt whether the gap in strength between him and the old monk was too vast so that the opponent could neutralize his fist force effortlessly.

"No, this is clearly Divine Will manifesting, everything is illusory. Yet, if I believe I cannot defeat him, then it is indeed true that I cannot defeat him. I firmly believe I am invincible, thus no one can defeat me."

"Tear apart."

With that thought,

Zhou Ping’an turned his fist into a palm, and a palm into a blade.

One Slash—Sky Splitter.

Slicing over the young monk’s body.

"Why bother, knowing you can’t win and yet seek your own demise?"

The monk’s expression finally changed.

He also stepped back.

Barely avoiding the slashing hand blade.

Suddenly, eight arms grew around his body, some holding a Golden Mallet, others an alms bowl, some gripping a massive hammer, and still others holding a jar...

"Great Brahma Prajna, World Honored One’s Enlightenment..."

Xuanming no longer feigned profundity; as he chanted Sanskrit rapidly, a faint light and shadow in front of him, a Golden Mallet violently descended.

Fast as lightning, heavy as a collapsing mountain.

Moreover, during its descent, the Golden Mallet shifted its position thirty-two times, misty and undefinable, covering the sky, giving an inevitable feeling of having nowhere to hide, no way to escape.

At the same time, the other seven arms were also successively swinging, with booming falls.

Leaving no chance for survival.

"World Honored Your head."

Zhou Ping’an completely ignored the eight arms descending from above.

His Divine Will grew even firmer, moonlight enveloping his whole body, and he slashed out.

In the shimmering water light.

He even saw the sky and the earth turning upside down, and the orientations also started to become disordered, the space in front of him stretching and shortening, sometimes rounding, sometimes turning into a square...

But no matter how the surroundings changed, Zhou Ping’an disregarded them all.

Just resolutely slashing out.

Performing consecutively the Divine Skills of Sky Splitter, Overturning Sea, Heaven-covering, and Wind Control.

Turning the seemingly illusory yet real scene into countless scattered fragments.

"Bang..."

Zhou Ping’an’s body, enveloped in moonlight, suddenly exploded into numerous light points, and then the second layer of defense, the Protective Lotus Robe, also got shattered simultaneously, a red lotus swaying, scattering eight petals...

And opposite him, only one pair of arms remained, crossed in front of the chest, clamping a dim red long blade.

Xuanming Monk’s originally spotless white robe suddenly burst into fierce flames.

The flames erupted from within, spurting simultaneously from mouth, eyes, nose, and ears, crackling with burning.

"Zhou Ping’an, even if you survive this catastrophe, it’s useless. Even a fragment of the old monk’s Divine Will almost destroyed you; if you truly face my main body, what will you use to resist?"

Xuanming Monk, finally speaking plainly, showed a slightly sincere expression on his face.

"Seeing your profound Buddhahood and that you are not valued in the Cloud Water Sect, why not join Fantian and explore the supreme mystic dharma together? I assure you an auspicious future as a Golden Arhat, would that be acceptable?"

Chapter 484 Enlightened Fantian

"Even at this juncture, still able to charm with your words, I must say, there’s a reason why your main body has achieved such great fame."

Zhou Ping’an coldly smiled.

With a backhanded slash.

Only to see within the flames, the white-robed monk turned to drifting ash.

A thread of Divine Will dissipated into the void, scattering into thousands of star points.

Zhou Ping’an pursed his lips and inhaled.

Absorbing the specks of starlight into his stomach, he felt a substantial increase in spiritual power, as if his soul had strengthened by about ten percent.

"Goodness, how strong exactly is Xuanming Monk’s spiritual power? Just a spiritual imprint branded on a stone contains soul power equivalent to ten percent of mine, and its purity even surpasses."

Looking at the body of his soul manifest from the Heart Image of Moonlight, with tattered Lotus Robe and lotus petals falling, even the Moonlight Heart Image was destroyed, Zhou Ping’an fell into deep thought.

That moment just now.

Though it was brief.

It had drained all the life-saving methods Zhou Ping’an had.

"Compared with these established masters in the True Martial Realm, especially in contending with Divine Will, it seems I still fall somewhat short."

"But it was only Divine Will after all, and it still could not deal with me."

Zhou Ping’an’s mind moved, all previous events transformed into rays of light, sweeping through his mind once more, replayed.

He began a step-by-step review.

Finding that from the beginning, the way he responded was problematic.

He should not have spoken any word with the opponent.

Once Old Monk Xuanming spoke, he had already set the trap, pulling him into a game deeper than Divine Will and Secret Techniques.

With the opponent’s strong spirit and vast experiences, in this phantom of the mind, there were countless mystic methods to suppress him.

Fortunately, Zhou Ping’an quickly realized this.

No matter how brilliantly the old monk spoke or how extraordinary the Divine Skills and Secret Techniques were, he was essentially just a minor Divine Thought.

In essence, it was many times weaker than his own soul power.

Therefore(disposing and using his source to collide was the best response.)

The result proved,

Zhou Ping’an’s response was extremely correct.

Just one confrontation, though his soul was damaged,

The opponent scattered completely, leaving behind a spiritual essence that became his nourishment.